[ The wind picked up again, matching his sharp inhale. However, as he exhaled, he closed his eyes, willing himself to calm down some. To keep a level head. Causing the wind to die down, before he spoke: ]
... I spent thirteen years fighting them, and nothing changed. So I put my hopes in Trunks.
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... I spent thirteen years fighting them, and nothing changed. So I put my hopes in Trunks.